Phone Repair

This is a quickie.

This story is pure fiction written to explore sexual fantasies without the moral and ethical constraints of real life. It purposefully ignores real world consequences of unprotected sex with random partners. In your non-fiction life, you should obviously take suitable precautions and treat people with respect.

If you are not legal age to read erotic fiction, please leave now and do not continue reading. For everyone else, I hope that you enjoy it and have fun. Constructive feedback is welcome.

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Back when I still had a landline my phone was on the fritz. It would crackle and cut out when I was using it, a real pain in the ass, so I contacted the company to send someone over to look at it. Three days later someone finally showed up.

The technician was a bit younger than me, probably in his early forties, with a close-trimmed salt and pepper beard and a thick, stocky build. His dark buzzcut looked good for the shape of his head and he had the bluest eyes with thick dark lashes. I could see his chest hair peeking from the top of his button up uniform.

It had been a while since I had noticed a guy in this way. Maybe it was because my wife and kids were away visiting her parents, and I hadn't been laid in a couple of weeks. Maybe because my porn consumption had spiked and a steady diet of hard cocks pounding pussy had reminded me of how much I used to crave dick. Or maybe it was the way I could see his basket twitch when he looked me up and down, taking in my nipples poking through my t-shirt and my own cock flopping around in my gym shorts.

I had been in the middle of my morning calisthenics routine when the doorbell rang. When I'm alone I like to do it naked in advance of a nice long stroke session, so the surprise "ding-dong" sent me scrambling for whatever clothes were nearby.

We stood at the front door eyeing each other up for about 20 seconds before he cleared his throat and announced he was here to fix the phone. I led him inside to the basement where the phone/cable box connected to the fiber-op. He put his tools down and started poking around at the connections. As he reached for a screwdriver, I saw his gold wedding band and sighed internally. Whatever spark I imagined to be between us would probably be held in check by the rings we each wore on our left hand.

I went upstairs and left him to his work, hoping he wouldn't be too long so I could rub one out imagining what might have been. Ten minutes later he appeared in the kitchen where I was washing dishes and said the connections were shorting because the basement was too damp. He recommended installing a dehumidifier but said the problem was fixed for now.

Silence stretched out as we stared at each other again, and then I noticed a slight dampness on my thigh. I glanced down and saw that my half-hard dick had slipped out of the leg of my shorts and was now drooling precum down my leg. I looked back up and he smiled, his hand rubbing his crotch.

He crossed the kitchen in three strides and then our lips were locked together, our hands roaming over each other's bodies. I popped the buttons on his shirt open and buried my nose in the luxurious carpet of his chest. His hand gripped my cock and swirled the precum over it, while he worked my shorts down my hips. I desperately sucked and bit at his nipples, he palmed my ass cheeks, sliding a thick finger over my hole.

We disentangled just long enough for him to pull my shorts to my ankles and for me to unbuckle his toolbelt and open his fly. The morning light streamed through the window over the sink as I dropped to my knees and went fishing in his pants. His cock flopped out onto my face, and I reveled in its veiny girth sliding over my cheeks and chin. I sucked it greedily into my mouth, his foreskin retracting as he grew harder.

His hands were on my head guiding me back and forth as I slobbered on his cock. He grunted that he only had twenty minutes before his next call, so I skipped the niceties, resisting my urge to lavish attention on his balls and rim, concentrating instead on lubing his shaft with my spit. He was rigid in my mouth, as big as any man I'd had to that point, and I knew what we both wanted. I pulled off, strings of spit webbing his cock and my mouth, then stood and led him to the oak farmhouse table that took up most of the kitchen. I roughly kicked a chair out of the way and hitched myself up onto the table, naked from the waist down, my own cock throbbing painfully with excitement.

He moved up between my legs, gripping my shaft in his strong hands and bending at the knees. My head thrashed back in pleasure as his tongue found my hole, licking and pushing inside. I would have cum from his glorious rim job, but he squeezed me firmly, delaying the inevitable. He stood and put his hand between my cheeks, and I felt his index finger slide into me.

We kissed again as a second, then third finger squeezed into my rectum. I pulled up my shirt and he sucked my nipples as he fingered me, his hairy chest scratching pleasantly across my belly. He stood straight and pulled me closer, arranging my legs around his waist as he nudged my asshole with the head of his cock. He slowly pushed in, and I pushed out, my sphincter stretching until the head of his cock popped in. We both sighed with pleasure.

I wasn't as tight as I had been at eighteen when the first dick had plundered me, but it had been a while since anything this big had been up my ass and I felt like that stupid virgin kid again as this stranger began to pump me. He really knew what he was doing and soon my moans were filling the kitchen, my legs clenching him tighter, willing him deeper inside of me.

I could tell he was winding up for the finale when he leaned forward on top of me and started to saw back and forth as fast as he could. Our mouths were all over each other, neck, chest, ears. He kissed me and forced his tongue down my throat as he bottomed out and that was it for me. I erupted all over us, spraying our bellies and chests. That was it for him and he slammed me four more times, leaning back and unloading deep in my cavity. He collapsed on top of me, and my thighs embraced him, enjoying the weight and texture and smell of him, the thick fullness in my guts. We lay tangled together for a few minutes and I gently kissed and nibbled his neck.

He stood up and carefully pulled out of me with a squelch. He brought a roll of paper towel over to clean up the mess, and we were both slightly abashed by the suddenness of what had happened. I tried to think of a way to ask if I could see him again without seeming too desperate as I sat on my kitchen table with my cock deflating and his semen dribbling from between my legs. He sort of shuffled around and I realized he was bashful too, so I thought "fuck it".

I mentioned that I had the house to myself for a few more days and his eyes lit up. He smiled and said, I've got your number, maybe I'll call tonight?